Friday, November 14, 2008

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

I'm not a nudist or anything, but there are some days that I really just don't want to be wearing clothes. Either they feel too constricting, or they are bothering my skin, or some combination of both. On those days, I pretty much just want to go about my business wearing nothing but my underthings and life would be grand.

Today was one of those days.

I can't really go to work without clothes (though because I work alone most of the day, I wonder how long I could get away with it), so I had to get dressed. I chose my most comfortable slacks and a soft sweater.

The thought of wearing socks today repulsed me, and I figured I would only be outside today going to and from my car. Even though it's November, I rationalized I could get away with wearing a nice pair of black flip-flops.

My feet were loving the freedom, but by golly my office was cold today. I could have sworn there was a draft or something under my desk.

Then my sweater started bothering me. I'd scrunch up my sleeves so that less skin was irritated, but then I'd get cold.

Ugh. I can totally relate. I really dislike wearing socks most of the time, but I hate having cold feet even more, so I wear socks. Of course, they're the first things that come off when I get home. And sweaters? I love sweaters, but there are days I can't handle them on my arms. *sigh*